PolarSkye
Well-Known Member
. . . to mark the fact that it's three years tomorrow since we brought The GreyDonkey home (and having had two mares on loan for a year before we bought him, and despite having ridden/handled horses for a good seven/eight years before that he was my first ever real and proper very own horse), I have been looking back on our journey together and thinking about how much I have learned.
Here's my list - I'd love to hear what you've learned:
- He's my horse, we've built a bond, and I know him better than anyone else . . . if I think he isn't "right" . . . unusually grumpy or lethargic or stressy then he is probably trying to tell me something
- I don't need to follow the latest feed fashions and fill him full of expensive mixes . . . he needs good quality forage and plenty of it
- People on livery yards who seem to have all the answers don't necessarily . . . if they haven't handled your horse twice a day, every day, for a significant period of time and they have never SAT on your horse, then you can assume that they may be talking out of their rear ends
- I LIKE quirky horses . . . yes, I could have bought something bombproof and dependable, but GD's temperament (under saddle only - he lives up to his nickname totally when handled on the ground) is a big part of why I love him so much . . . he has so much personality and character and I just love being around him - he makes me smile every day
- I DO have the knowledge and experience to make my own decisions about what to feed my horse, how to rug him, what bit to use, whether to boot or bandage and when, what tack to wear and when, etc. More to the point, I just need to smile and nod when other people (aka knowitalls) profer their unsolicited opinion
- I like owning a grey . . . I wasn't shopping for a particular colour - I just shopped for the horse that fitted us best . . . and keeping him clean is like painting the Forth road bridge, but he looks so stunning when he is clean . . . he's my silvery, fairytale boy
- Losing a toenail isn't the end of the world . . .
- I'm one tough cookie . . . the day after I suffered concussion and had fractured my seatbones after being ejected by the GD, I walked (make that hobbled) round Tweseldown . . . I also continued to muck out/ride, etc. with two broken ribs after another unscheduled dismount . . . and I have to be at death's door not to make it up to the yard to muck out/work/sort out my boy . . . I'll wager money that most people had me down as "soft"
So . . . what have you learned? Has owning a horse been quite what you thought? Better? Worse? Any surprises? For me, the single biggest surprise was just how bitchy some people in the horse world can be . . . and on the flip side just how lovely some others can be.
P
Here's my list - I'd love to hear what you've learned:
- He's my horse, we've built a bond, and I know him better than anyone else . . . if I think he isn't "right" . . . unusually grumpy or lethargic or stressy then he is probably trying to tell me something
- I don't need to follow the latest feed fashions and fill him full of expensive mixes . . . he needs good quality forage and plenty of it
- People on livery yards who seem to have all the answers don't necessarily . . . if they haven't handled your horse twice a day, every day, for a significant period of time and they have never SAT on your horse, then you can assume that they may be talking out of their rear ends
- I LIKE quirky horses . . . yes, I could have bought something bombproof and dependable, but GD's temperament (under saddle only - he lives up to his nickname totally when handled on the ground) is a big part of why I love him so much . . . he has so much personality and character and I just love being around him - he makes me smile every day
- I DO have the knowledge and experience to make my own decisions about what to feed my horse, how to rug him, what bit to use, whether to boot or bandage and when, what tack to wear and when, etc. More to the point, I just need to smile and nod when other people (aka knowitalls) profer their unsolicited opinion
- I like owning a grey . . . I wasn't shopping for a particular colour - I just shopped for the horse that fitted us best . . . and keeping him clean is like painting the Forth road bridge, but he looks so stunning when he is clean . . . he's my silvery, fairytale boy
- Losing a toenail isn't the end of the world . . .
- I'm one tough cookie . . . the day after I suffered concussion and had fractured my seatbones after being ejected by the GD, I walked (make that hobbled) round Tweseldown . . . I also continued to muck out/ride, etc. with two broken ribs after another unscheduled dismount . . . and I have to be at death's door not to make it up to the yard to muck out/work/sort out my boy . . . I'll wager money that most people had me down as "soft"
So . . . what have you learned? Has owning a horse been quite what you thought? Better? Worse? Any surprises? For me, the single biggest surprise was just how bitchy some people in the horse world can be . . . and on the flip side just how lovely some others can be.
P